Hope in My Heart, A (Rhythmically Questionable) Poem in My Head

From an unnamed production office for an undisclosed television show in an address-withheld building in LA where the elevators are shockingly slow...

We're taping our show a day early this week, and now that I'm seven hours into my Monday, I'm already giddily thinking that maybe I'll get a glorious day off...

A poem on this theme:

This week is a quick week

So I want to shout-speak,

"Hooray, hooray

Maybe Friday

My world won't be so bleak!"

'Cause maybe I'll be off

Without a sick day cough

And free to spend

 My hours on end

With no boss there to scoff

Good Morning, Monday

From an unnamed production office for an undisclosed television show in an address-withheld building in LA where the elevators are shockingly slow...

Good Night Moon Morning Monday

Good morning, Monday. 
Good morning, I really wish you were Sunday.
Good morning, office mates.
And weird stories of your weekend dates.
Good morning, parking garage.  
Good morning, it's too hard to rhyme parking garage.
Good morning, pointless chat.  
And good morning, standing cat.


Good morning, four cups of coffee to keep me awake.
And good morning 11 a.m. snack break.
Good morning, doing anything that isn't my job.
And good morning, Slobs.